This is a song about "Jolly rancher"

Shake that laffy taffy, jolly raunchy rapper

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Smokin on that holly jolly

Look it something they can't ever see

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Pixie dust, on pics we must choose to burn when we're jolly green

Gatorade with prometh, and sprite got me jolly

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

A known liar if u didnt notice the oxymoron then ur prolly a jolly moron

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Good, could say its jolly